The traditions of Christmas, in this case Mistletoe, here is a wee poem celebrating this most affectionate of berries.
“The moon was full tonight.”
He looked out slowly, as though looking had become something of a physical activity, like going for a walk.
“I would live in a croft if you wanted.”
Love is all around
“Our love stands like a monolith in my soul’s landscape:”
From Poems of Love and Loss
Gay Pride: The Flower Of Love by Oscar Wilde, “Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses that but made them bleed”
My heart like a needle ever true/ Turns to the maid of ebon hue.
“The flower that bloomed
Within my heart;
Came from no mav’rick